Could be better, moving on.

All and all, with how big he was... Victor felt more could be done. As she came up, he reached out and grabbed her hair - if her breasts weren’t quite big enough for him to titfuck, well, she’d offered her mouth too hadn’t she? She looked up at him in surprise before he stood up and thrust himself into her mouth and down her throat. Now, between her legs with her head craned back and her lips wrapped around the hilt of his cock while her throat spasmed and choked on his shaft, her gag reflex working as hard as it could to force the massive rod out of her to no avail. Spit spilled past her lips and tears fell from her eyes as she repeatedly coughed around her professor's cock.

He started to pull out as her mind caught up enough to what just happened for her to realize she wasn’t getting any air either. Once he pulled out enough that he was only in her mouth she took a deep breath through her nose - a breath that was interrupted by him grabbing her by either side of her head and thrusting back down her throat, forcing himself past her gag reflex once more and leaving her to choke and cough on his length.

Meanwhile, Victor signed in pleasure, the feeling of her small throat trying so hard to push him out, her coughs and protests vibrating around his shaft. He was almost tempted to dump his load down her throat right there - but he held off and instead began to fuck her face and throat, pausing occasionally to let her breathe and see if she’d do anything to try and get him to finish faster. The look on her face told him she was barely even there, her eyes half rolled back and her arms weakly pressed against his thighs - occasionally she tried to suck, but her tongue made no attempts and she seemed to be struggling to keep her mouth open wide enough that her teeth didn’t scrape against him.

Still, with how hard he was fucking her throat, he hardly needed her to actually do anything on purpose, her unconscious protests and choking was enough stimulation. With both hands on her head, he began abusing his students throat, using the moments when her hands started to feel weaker on his thighs to indicate when he needed to give her a moment to breathe before forcing his way back into her tight, wet throat.

For Dominique, it felt like an eternity - she could barely think beyond the fucking her mouth and throat were receiving. Was this the sort of person her professor was the entire time? Had she seen a calm but powerful man when he was just controlling himself from making the other students his playthings and satisfying himself with their awe and attention? Renewed tears mixed in with the tears being pushed out just from the sheer force of her facefucking - how could he do this to her?

Victor hilted himself in her throat for a moment, contemplating shooting his load down her throat again - one last choke out as he filled her stomach with his semen before moving on to whatever he so chose to do to her next. He could also keep with the original plan to paint her face with his cum.